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Cancelled Negatives	By : SisterWine Category: 1 through F > Elementary Views: 814 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Elementary. Creator is Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Series creator is Robert Doherty. My own characters include Lee Sawyer, Ramsey Gaither, Ernie, Marissa, Parker Harris and Samantha. Purely Fiction, and not for profit.

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The captain sat in his chair, leant back with one elbow on the arm and hand cupped at his chin. A finger absently tapped at his jaw as he stared out the window, behind him, and let his mind wander down memory lane. His mind drifted back to working under cover for the second-rate pimp and drug dealer, Chester Montenero. He had spent months getting into the tightest grouping with "Money", until he was go-to man before any visitor could be able to speak to "Money."
2003
Two quick knocks on the door before "Bobby" looked through the keyhole. He opened the door to the length of the security chain and was met with a tall, slendre man, dressed in a long black coat and a fedora. The man's head remained bent until he asked who was calling.
The man's head remained down, longish blond hair concealing the rest of his face that the fedora didn't. "Tell him 'the It-Man' is here and I want my payment." A calm baritone voice spoke from beneath the fedora.
From behind him, Bobby heard the boss laugh loudly and wave the mystery guest inside. Unchaining the door and opening it wider, he stepped aside and let the man enter. As he watched the man step inside, he caught a glimpse of the man's smooth features as the fedora lifted and Lee Sawyer smiled and greeted his customer. Lee stepped in, followed by his well-muscled bodyguard/driver. The suite was dimly lit and had several, high-priced/high society men and women chatting and making out with Money's clientel but Lee didn't bother to look anywhere other than where the pimp now stood.
"Ha ha! Lee! S'up, man? How's it hangin' bro?" A stalky black man with a nice tan suit and gold chains that hung from his wrists and neck. "C'mon in, sit down, let me get you a nice juicy squeeze to wet your lips with."
From where Bobby stood, he could see the casual stare on the stranger's face. He couldn't quite put his finger on the expression Lee held as the pimp spoke to him. As he closed the door and Lee and "Money" walked back into the living room, he noted that Lee held the man's gaze but glanced over at a beautifully made-up prostitute who found herself staring and smiling shyly at the tall blond.
Turning back to his customer, Lee let his small smile fade back into his business facade. "I'm here for my money, 'Money.'"
Money laughed. "You ain't in a rush, are you? Boy, sit down, have a girl to play with." He waved a hand for Lee to sit down on the end of a plush, white sofa while a young woman, wearing only a French maid's see-through apron and black high heels, walked up to him with a tray of crystal champagne glasses and lowered the tray for Lee to choose. "Have a drink, get a suck," Money pulled up the fur-lined chair he had been sitting in, prior, and turned to face Lee before finishing, "then I got a deal for you."
Lee smiled at the server and accepted a glass of pale amber liquid as he eye caught the eye of the same woman who smiled at him, before. "I'm listening."
Money smiled widely and followed Lee's gaze. He turned and called the woman over to join the mysterious man on the sofa. When he turned back to his expensive guest, he found Lee's complete attention focused on the woman walking over to him. "Found one you like, huh? Yea, she's one of my best spreads."
Standing with his back to the closed door, arms folded and keeping an eye on the party, Bobby found himself watching how Lee treated "Glitter", not a new addition but not an old pro, either. He noticed that the man took her hand as she sat down beside him, holding the man's gaze as she smiled at him and placed a well-manicured, bronze hand against the man's black silk shirt. He also noted that Lee had only taken a few sips from his glass before handing it to her while his right hand moved slowly up her long, thin thigh, as she had draped her left leg over his lap.
Lee's hand moved slowly up her leg to the hem of her barely-there black mini dress and paused as he remembered the pimp, sitting across from him, leering at them. "You said you have a new order. What would that be?"He turned his attention back to the woman now playing with his golden hair.
Money laughed throatilly. "I want to take out the 42nd Street Thugs. I wanna own this city. I think you're the man I need for the job." His eyes lowered to find Lee's right hand slipping between Glitter's legs and resting there, making Glitter smile. "As for payment? Name your price. You want her for a night? Go ahead. Hell, take as many bags as you want."
"Just her." With his left hand, Lee reached up and stroked her hair that was fashioned with glitter and shiny beds as the ends.
Money smiled, widely. "You got her."
"As payment. I want her." Lee's expression flattened.
Shaking his head and laughing nervously. "She's my best fuck. No way, man."
Lee turned his attention from Glitter's brown eyes to Money's shocked face. He seemed angry. "Then no deal." Moving the hand from between Glitter's legs to moving her leg off of his lap and standing up, Lee fixed his suit and made his way, slowly, over to the door.
"Alright! Alright!" Money fumed. "But I want double the order."
Lee stopped walking and smirked. He turned back to hold out a hand for Money to accept the deal and added. "Glad to do business with you. I'll have your order in three days." After shaking a begrudged pimp's hand, he moved to offer Glitter his hand to stand up and walk with him.
As Bobby opened the door, and watched them leave, he glanced around the corner and saw something he never thought an arms dealer would ever do to a prostitute; Lee had slipped his coat off and placed it on the shoulders of Glitter, as they walked down the hall, Lee's driver following behind.
Gregson had switched positions to lean back with his hands clasped behind his head. He smiled as he noted Sawyer's chivalrous act as he and Glitter walked away.
"Captain?" Joan spoke up from the entrance, her hand poised to knock on his open door.
Bringing himself back to the present, Gregson turned and waved her in. "I was just reliving my initial meeting with Sawyer." He had been smiling but let it fade as she stepped in and sat down, across from him. "He was an arrogant son of a bitch, back then. But, the girl he 'bought' as payment for his weapons, he treated her like a princess." He raised a hand and wiped his face, clearing his mind of jumbled thoughts. "I've been reading the file Holmes gave me on Sawyer. Learned a few things I didn't really wanna know about him."
Joan noted the folder on the captain's desk. "Like what?"
Gregson sighed. "Like, his own father pimped him for drugs. Not just in New York but all over the country and even Canada. Man made a mint off this kid. One day, Sawyer snapped, gave his dad a flying lesson out a four-storey hotel room window. Police found Lee abused, beaten, sodomised and cowaring under the bed." He inhaled and looked up from the folder to meet her returned gaze to him. "Court found him 'not guilty by reason of abuse by parent'. Anyway, the woman he 'purchased' that night had a street name of 'Glitter' but her real name was Suzette Clemens. She'd been hooking since she was 14 but, that night, it was like none of that mattered. Her file, on the other hand, was full of surprises. After 'Money' AKA Chester Montenero's takedown, she went to jail for a bit, then entered rehab where, I found out, that's where she met Parker Harris. By then, Sawyer was proclaimed dead so, she married Harris while she was pregnant with Sawyer's baby. She was only two when the accident killed her mother, and her, a short time later." He handed the file on Lee Sawyer over to her, for her to look through.
"What colour eyes did Suzette have?" Joan's brow furrowed as she looked at an old photo of Lee's booking.
Gregson opened the file on Suzette and skimmed her stats. "Brown. Why?"
Joan looked up. "Suzette was a black woman in love with a white man. Samantha Harris has green eyes and brown hair and has the features of a mixed marriage. Mister Harris has blue eyes. I think Sawyer 'knew' Ramsey had his daughter and that's why he wanted her, as payment; to get her away from Ramsey. After the accident that killed Suzette, Parker Harris dropped out of sight and he took Sawyer's daughter with him."
"Sawyer didn't know what happened to his daughter that's why he asked me to find her, instead of giving up his customers." Gregson leant in and rest his arms on the desk.
Nodding, Joan handed back the file, keeping it open to Lee's booking photo. "I don't think he ever saw her after the accident." She watched as the captain expression turned grim. "I came in to tell you, Sherlock's found something on the surveilance video from the dock that you should see."
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Gregson and Marcus watched the footage several times and compared it to the blown up print outs of the individual in question. "Are you sure this is Greene and not the mysterious other guard?" Gregson removed his glasses and raised his head to look up at Sherlock, who stood on the other side of the table, in the conference room.
"Quite certain. The first video shows the angle from above the docks, on the lamp post. The second video shows the angle from the room of the guard's shack. Hence, the angle pointing to the men as they rob the delivery crate. The emblem on the guard's jacket matches the patch of the security company AND I have manipulated the photograph to lighten and contrast it so that this" Sherlock bent over the table and slid another, lightened photo of the same screen shot, in front of the captain, "is most assuredly Mister Greene pointing his weapon at the same container that housed Mister Harris and his daughter."
Gregson stared at the photo. "We checked his weapon that morning. It hadn't been fired. No residue on his hands. Why would he have reason to shoot the homeless man and his daughter, instead of going after the thieves?"
Sherlock stared at the cleaned up photo and then at the screen that had been paused at the thieves emptying the container of weapons. "Mister Greene was quite tired of simply being a guard on watch while gangs and drug dealers raked in the money. I took the liberty of watching the previous camera footages from the past six months and, though, none were as deadly as the other night, Mister Greene was the only guard on duty at the time of each delivery. His bank account," handing the captain the print out of the guard's statements, Sherlock finished, "confirms that he received some kind of fee for looking the other way whenever the shipments came in. My sources, though, have not found any connection from Mister Greene to Mister Sawyer. They have concluded that Mister Greene is receiving a second paycheck from a shell corporation called Elgis Limited; a flight couriour for medical supplies."
Gregson nodded. "Samantha Harris mentioned she was kept in a hangar office, with Ramsey, when Sawyer entered the picture. If Sawyer didn't hire him, maybe Ramsey Gaither did." He stood up and turned to Marcus. "Have some uniforms get down to the docks and sit on that guard shack. If he did fire a weapon, it has to be there, somewhere." He then turned to Sherlock but paused before he spoke, second-guessing himself but then reaffirmed his thought. "Would you escort the Harrises back here? When you get back here, wait for me. I need to rattle a cage." He turned back to the door and hurried out and back to his office to grab his mobile. "Miss Watson, would you join me so that we could follow up on a fact?"
Scrolling through the recent calls, he found the number he was looking for and placed the call. After two rings, the call was answered. "Cemetery. Thirty minutes. Bring a friend." He hung up before Lee could protest or ask why.
"You're going to meet with him?" Joan stood at the door and waited for him to return.
Grabbing his coat and placing his mobile in his coat pocket as he walked past her, Gregson answered, "yep."
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Captain Gregson and Joan had made it to the spot only minutes before Sawyer's black Lexus pulled up behind his Crown Victoria. They opened their car doors and stepped out, as Lee had exited his car from the driver's side. Shutting the door behind him, he leant against the car and waited for Lee to join him. Putting his hat on and stiffening the collar of his coat, he kept his head down as Lee stopped beside him. "Glad to know the number still works."
"It won't tomorrow. What do you want, Captain? Why here?" Lee was uncharacteristically curt as he looked from the captain to Joan. "A protege? Or is she here to keep you from getting too physical?"
Gregson smirked at Lee's sombre tone and ignored the question about Joan. He nodded to the grass lot in front of them. "You asked me to 'find' your daughter. She's there. Right beside Suzette Ellen Harris. Died six months after Suzette; the cause being the same crash that killed Suzette. She was in a coma since the accident. The hospital spelled her name wrong. Lee Ann was changed to Leah. That's the good news. The bad news is that, the girl lying in that grave," he pointed to the grassy spot, "may or may not be yours."
Lee raised his head and stared at the captain, quizzically. "You're saying that isn't my daughter in that grave?" Anger tinged his features as he watched to see if the captain was joking with him.
"I'm saying it's a possibility." Gregson shifted, putting himself between Joan and the arms supplier.
Joan swallowed as she noted Lee's unsettled expression. "Two days ago, you met with your customer who had kidnapped a 14-year-old girl from the docks and bartered yourself for her transfer to your custody, in which, you took care of her, gave her rest and food and a chance to clean up and then, turned her over to police custody. Thank you for that. Mister Harris was happy to have his daughter returned to him and hear she was safe and sound. He became upset when my partner and I informed him that she had been in your care, during that time." She paused for a breath and found she now held Lee's full attention. "I didn't notice it before until we brought Samantha and Mister Harris back together, that you and Samantha Harris have the same colour eyes and Mister Harris has blue eyes. Samantha was also very calm and collected under extreme trauma, where as Mister Harris fell apart every time we spoke to him. I'm sure a blood comparison would confirm our suspicions."
Lee listened to Joan and thought about what she had said before turning to lean against the door and sorrowfully shake his head and stare at the blacktop pathway.
Gregson looked over to the other man to see Lee with his head bowed and eyes closed, his black fedora shading his face. "Give it up, Sawyer. Let's end this, right now. Tell me where the deal is and I'll see to it that you get a nice cushy cell far away from your buyers. In the Toombs."
When Lee finally looked up, he stared at the rows of stones in front of them. "I came back too late. I left as soon as I heard she was in hospital. It was still too late." He groaned as he was shoved back, onto the door of the car and held there by the captain's heavy hand. He avoided eye contact until he was forced to look at the other man.
"Lee Anson Sawyer, age 39, blond hair, green eyes, approximately five foot ten, born in Elizabeth, NJ and wanted for prostitution, weapons dealing, and kidnapping, among other things. Your father was also your pimp and he tramped you out to every willing junkie and john from the time you were- what? Ten, twelve? I put in a call to the ATF and got ahold of your little black book from yesteryear. You had A LOT of big names in there. That's one hobby you found hard to give up, wasn't it? So much so that you still let a select few use you in exchange for favours. Favours like, buying and trading weapons, money, drugs, and now, people. You're filth, Sawyer. I'm going to personally make sure your only job, in prison, is scrubbing the johns." Gregson gave Lee another shove for accent.
Logan stepped around from standing at the back of the car and inserted himself into the conversation. "Mister Sawyer has been fully cooperative in this investigation, Captain."
Breathing and counting to himself, Lee kept his eyes averted until Logan was done talking. He turned to look at Gregson. "You forgot murder, as one of the charges. I shoved my asshole 'daddy dearest' out of a fourth storey hotel room window when I was 19. Trenton court found me not guilty; a battered son defending himself against his drug-dealer father; a known criminal. I was innocent but to hear you talk, I'm guilty no matter what I do." He felt Logan's hand on his arm and dialed back his temper. "I've managed to stay off the radar, after the last stint, and have since tried to take control of my life. Also, I don't deal in people. I would rather deal with that guilt than a child that's not ready for the shame of that life."
The captain fumed but reminded himself of who joined them. "So where's Ramsey?"
"Stoned, naked and pleasantly numb on a hotel suite's bed about three miles from here. He had the ride of his life shortly before passing out. His partner, on the other hand, she won't be too happy about him ditching her to get laid but, who cares? Right? As long as the girl's safe. My contacts have diverted the shipment to another port and time. It seems there's too much of a police presence at the said rendezvous point so," he laughed, "we've rescheduled." Lee winced and covered it through a smile. His body still ached and his insides felt like mush but he refused to let the captain know his pain.
Gregson watched the man's expression change. "You're hiding something."
Lee chuckled softly. "Nothing you care about." Glancing over and meeting eyes with the captain again, he smirked. "Or, do you?" An audible groan as he was shoved again before the captain turned away from him in disgust.
Joan answered the buzz from her phone. "Sherlock. He says they're ready."
"Good." Gregson took a deep breath and looked over at Logan. "Bring him. Follow us."
Lee's brow furrowed. "Where?"
Gregson dropped his expression and stepped closer to Sawyer. "My turf. You might find this interesting."

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